a poem for today

a poem for today, 19 April 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of twenty-five sentences and its image]
Yes, Miss Snake.
I was eaten by God.
You just hate it. 
There is no 'me'. 
Do as you're told.
That's big game. 
The doors closed. 
Go bite a pillow.
I was a tickle top.
To better myself. 
It would be easy. 
The brave words. 
My humor is my own. 
It's an illusion. 
And now you know.
The jungle wins. 
What a surprise. 
You were my life. 
It's not too late. 
Stop resisting. 
I want to be seen. 
It's there all the time, driving me out to wander the streets, following me, silently, but I can feel it there. 
Save it sunshine.
I've seen enough. 

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